Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.
Note: If you haven't already, read Guitarbeque, even though it isn't really a prequel to this story.
I was getting a beer when Nikki approached after her performance. I thought she was just going to pass me by and I was planning to check out how her ass looked in her khaki miniskirt, but she actually came right up to me.
"I wanted to thank you for the song recommendation," she said, "I really think it suited both my playing and singing."
"I thought it would when I heard it," I replied, "but I'm glad that you and Paul agreed. You really nailed it."
Paul was our mutual guitar teacher and Nikki had just finished her performance of She & Him's "This is Not a Test" during our semi-annual guitar recital, which he called Guitarbeque. I had performed earlier but was hanging around to watch and support my fellow students.
"You want a beer?" I asked as the bartender brought mine.
"I'm not quite twenty-one yet," she replied, "but thanks anyway. You want to grab a table?"
We headed back toward the stage and grabbed a couple of seats to watch the next few guitarists, making some small talk between performances. A while later, when Paul was setting up for a couple of acoustic performances, I decided to take advantage of the break to use the bathroom. Nikki decided to do the same. We headed around to where the rest rooms were located, agreeing to meet near them afterward. She was not waiting for me when I came out so I was lingering nearby when she was finished. There was a stairwell in the area that I had become curious about, so we figured we'd check it out. At the top, we found a deserted game room and explored it briefly, commenting on the various video games and pinball machines.
Nobody else had joined us by the time we were ready to head back down to watch more of our fellow guitarists so, before we left, we ended up in an embrace, making out. I ran my hands down to her ass and caressed it while her arms went around my neck. I'd been interested in Nikki since the Guitarbeque where she'd played Deep Purple's "Highway Star" but never really had the opportunity to pursue her since I only saw her every six months. I didn't know at this point if she'd been feeling the same way or if it had just been an impulse for her, but I wasn't really worried about it at the moment. I just wanted to continue making out with her for as long as I could. Unfortunately, we heard voices approaching the stairwell after a few minutes in each other's arms.
We might have had some color in our cheeks, and there may have been a slight rise in my Levi's, but there wasn't anything else to give away what we'd been doing as the interlopers joined us in the game room and we immediately headed down the stairs. We grabbed a couple of seats back at the Guitarbeque, this time slightly apart from everyone else and in a bit darker area. With everyone's attention on the guitarist currently playing, I slipped my hand under the table and along Nikki's inner thigh. She didn't stop me and actually parted her legs a bit more. I think we looked totally nonchalant because, above the table, our appearance was completely innocent.
